Having the government freeze me then turn me into a cyborg!
When I come back to life ill be that much cooler.
When I come back to life ill be that much cooler.
What do you want to happen to your corpse?
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I'm an organ donor, but other than that, I don't really know/care.
let them harvest my organs, and then its a viking funeral pyre for me!
or maybe shot into a lake from a catapult...while on fire. gotta keep the fire in there.
or maybe shot into a lake from a catapult...while on fire. gotta keep the fire in there.
You could just have your body turned into long bacon, long pork loin, long pork sausages, long pig spare ribs and so on and be served up as the barbecue at your own funeral, along with plenty of beer.MetaKnight19 said:
lRookiel said:
jumjalalabash said:
How about being dropped at Mach 2.5 on a ballistic trajectory that ends right in the centre of the front row of the Republican National Convention?arkwright said:
Those wanting a Viking Funeral, wouldn't it be good to time it for December 21st and isn't this appropriate?
A really good music video for "Number of the Beast" by Iron Maiden might be amusing too: "I'm coming back. I will return, and I'll possess your bodies and I'll make you burn. I have the fire. I have the force. I have the power to make my evil take its course!"
*pauses to flag 100 Chuck Norris comments as spam*
That idea of being dropped into the deepest piece of ocean possible brings up the interesting question of what's down there [http://maps.google.com/?ll=11.318481,142.77832&spn=7.073188,9.788818&t=h&z=7] and what it would make of the sudden appearance of a human corpse. We know there's life down there [http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2005/02/0203_050203_deepest.html].
Donate whatever organs someone can use, put me in my Chucks, my Bad Brains "Banned In DC" shirt, an old pair of jeans, and chuck me in the ground. No casket, and mark the spot with a fairly simple, modest tombstone that'll bear my name, the dates of my birth and death, and the words, "So It Goes." For the record, the reason I'm rejecting being buried in a casket is because I actually want plant life to be able to feed off of my remains, which can't really happen if your remains are locked inside an airtight box. You know, the circle of life and all that.
By way of rigor mortis, have my middle fingers raised, before having my body catapulted by trebuchet onto the set of the next Jersey Shore series.
Organs donated, body smelted into ash, I would have my ashes be sent to the moon for future generations of moon dweller to remember, but we ain't goin' to the moon anytime soon, so I guess just- Damn I don't know where I want my ashes to be put. Fuck.
I'm not a big fan of any company or sports team, I probably won't have a family when I die, I won't have a lover, fuck this sucks.
I'm not a big fan of any company or sports team, I probably won't have a family when I die, I won't have a lover, fuck this sucks.
I want my body stuffed and strapped to the ceiling in someone's guest room, right over the bed, with the stipulation that the only explanation anyone could give as to why they have a dead guy strapped to the ceiling would be something to the effect of "Oh, we'd wondered where he'd gone..." followed by a refusal to move me, because "he just looks so peaceful."
